The Finest Wits Have Their Sediment.

Life Is A Perpetual Instruction In Cause And Effect.

[a]s If Life Were A Thunder-storm Wherein You Can See By A Flash The Horizon, And Then Cannot See Your Hand.

We Ask For Long Life, But 'tis Deep Life, Or Noble Moments That Signify. Let The Measure Of Time Be Spiritual, Not Mechanical.

If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then Beauty Is Its Own Excuse For Being.

In Skating Over Thin Ice Our Safety Is In Our Speed.